I thought it might be fun to start my blog with a recent humbling experience.

My 5 year old son, Joshua has been in T-ball for 2 years. Last year he would always watch for me so that I could send him a long distance “high five”. This year Dad plays center stage. I had might as well not even be there for all he notices, that is until the last play of his last game. Imagine with me… Joshua is on third, I camera in hand, am watching, waiting. Strike one. Joshua looks up and sees me, he starts waving enthusiastically at me. Ah, finally he remembers me. Whack! The ball is hit, Joshua begins his mad dash for Home grinning ear to ear his eyes on me. I begin recording. He races past his coach with arm outstretched for a high five, he speeds over the base and has to return to touch it then he comes running to me, throws off his helmet looks up…..I can barely control my “WOOHOO” and then he calmly says “I have to go to the bathroom”. Wow, what a mother-son moment. I might not be his first thought in T-ball but I am still number one with bathroom duty.

Here is the big moment.